WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS YOU THAT YOU AND THE PERSON YOU LIKE WOULD BE CUTE TOGETHER
I pop the pills,
I drink the whiskey,
yet I continue to feel
I’ll never forget the time I went to a gay pride parade and on the way back home the train was so packed everyone was literally hugging each other and I said “I can’t take this, I’m just a small town girl”
then my friend said “living in a lonely world”
AND THEN THE ENTIRE FUCKING TRAIN CAR STARTED SINGING JOURNEY
"What do we do when the weed’s out and the alcohol’s gone?"